A young woman in a suit folded the newspaper in her hands and sighed. She had left Chuck and travelled across the States, trying to find someone who could tell her where she needed to go.
She lifted a coffee cup to her lips and caught sight of her reflection in the window. A young, pretty girl stared back at her, with short brown hair and tired eyes.
As she put the cup down, the headline on the paper caught her eye once more.
Worst Meteor Shower Ever! Unexplained Amnesia!
On second thoughts, she knew exactly what had happened. She frowned in displeasure.
…...
Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. After Cas' breakdown, Dean had kept prodding until Cas had told him that he'd never really seen Dean, he'd almost always only seen Dean's soul.
Cas had described it as a bright, pure light that twisted around itself with shimmers of colour from Dean himself breaking through, the most prominent being his green eyes and blue jacket.
Now he was human, Dean's soul was invisible to Cas, and that devastated the former angel.
"Hey, Dean. Take a break." Kevin pulled Dean from his chair. "Let someone else take care of Sam for a change. Go get some sleep, or food or something."
"Kevin, I can't just leave my brother. Not now."
Glaring at the elder Winchester, the prophet sat himself down next to Sam. "Dean, don't make me hit you. Besides, you're no good to Sam if you wear yourself out. Take a break."
With another sigh, Dean shrugged and went outside to see his Baby. Kevin was right. He had to stay strong for Sam. And now Cas too. They were all he had left.
"Hey Baby. Miss me?"
Running a hand down the smooth hood, Dean was struck by how much his car had been through, and how it had remained, despite everything. People had died, people had left, but Dean and Sam had always had Baby.
"Always been there for us, huh Baby?" Dean chuckled, before leaning against her and looking up at the sky.
The sky was dark, and the stars seemed bleak in comparison to the burning trails from two nights ago.
"Where are you, man?" Dean asked. "You'd think, with the angels falling and demons about to walk, that you'd come running. Hell, I thought you'd have been here for the apocalypse. But you're still hiding. What are you doing? You created us, you created the angels, so why don't you care? Are you even listening?"
"I do not think my Father has ever listened, Dean."
Dean looked at Cas sadly. "Sure looks that way, doesn't it?"
There was a sudden rumble of thunder, and the clouds began rolling together. The wind whipped the trees and a harsh, icy rain pelted their heads.
Dean dragged Cas into the bunker. "What the hell is that?!"
Cas opened his mouth, then paled as the ground started to shake.
"Cas?"
"It's…It's my Father."
Dean's jaw dropped. "How do you know?"
"This. This is God's anger. The anger that caused the Great Flood, the anger that caused the Plagues and the smiting of Sodom and Gomorrah. The anger that cast my brother Lucifer from Heaven. The true Wrath of God."
"Wha -?"
"Dean!" Cas grabbed Dean's arm, a joyous smile on his face. "My Father has returned!"
"Yeah, but he's pissed, right?"
Cas cringed. "That would be an understatement."
Nodding slowly, Dean looked up at Cas, worry creasing his face. "So who's the poor bastard who caused it?"
….
Heaven shook with power.
Metatron cowered in the corner of a white room, the body of an angel still lying on the floor, blood spilling from her head.
The doors to the room crashed open and Metatron whimpered.
The young woman stormed in and stood over Metatron, glaring fiercely.
She spoke, and her voice was cold with rage.
"You little shit."